I looked up from my papers, hearing a conversation outside my office... a colleague and some visitors. It just then dawned on me that I had an appointment, to meet a young man considering transferring into our program to study wildlife biology. I had talked with his Mom over the phone, she was with him. I stuck my head out the door at which point my colleague handed off the visitors to me: "Hi, Ms. Collins, I'm sorry, was distracted with my grading..." I said, a bit flustered at having forgotten their appointment. "Debra Collins", she said, extending her hand, "And this is my son, Daniel." I was immediately struck by Debra, who was quite attractive: in her early to mid-forties, brunette, shoulder length hair, brown eyes, slender, nice curves, in blue jeans and a loose fitting, red pullover sweater-type top. It wasn't just her looks; her air, laid back yet assertive, no nonsense, obviously a self-confident woman who was sure of herself, were also sexy attributes. As we shook hands our eyes locked for a brief moment, perhaps long enough for her son to notice; I broke away first. Daniel was a cute kid, appearing almost too young to have already spent a couple of years in college, a bit shy but personable when engaged. "Well, here's a brochure which gives you a good overview of our program", I said, as I went into my program description spiel. We went over the usual things, employment opportunities in the field, how much coursework would transfer, program quality, other aspects of the school, admission procedure, etc. Debra had several additional thoughtful questions and was obviously the person-in-charge, not surprising in the case of most kids who bring their parents with them (or was it vice versa?) to talk about our program. I finished up by giving them a tour of our facilities: labs, classrooms, student study areas, etc., in the process introducing them to a couple of faculty and a handful of students. We were finished in about 45 minutes; as they were interested in visiting admissions, I provided directions. Before they were on their way Debra asked for my cell, in case they got lost or needed to inquire about something before they left campus. I wished them luck and invited them back to visit anytime; as I took Debra's hand there was that disarming stare again, this time with more of a smile, as they went on their way. I took one more admiring, subtle glance as they moved away down the hall, then returned to my grading.

A couple of hours later I was startled by my vibrating phone (never one to use a cell much, I always just left it on vibrate), as I pulled it out of my pocket I noticed I was getting a text message, a pretty uncommon occurrence for me. It was Debra Collins inquiring about the possibility of meeting me after work, at my office, to discuss Daniel some more and indicating she might bring her husband. I was ok with meeting but asked if we could wait until after dinner; she agreed. I was a bit puzzled as she did not elaborate much on what else she wanted to discuss but we only communicated by text, which tends to keep things short and sweet. I went home and grabbed a bite, then returned to my office, resigning myself to just staying there for the evening to get caught up on some other work.

Debra texted me of her arrival; I had to let her in the building. She was waiting as I approached the door; I did not see her husband. She'd gone to the trouble of changing; as I let her in, I noticed the faint scent of a really nice perfume. She was wearing a tight pencil dress, black with some white origami designs on the front, just above knee length, entirely white on top, with spaghetti straps, bare shoulders. She had on black high heels. While not inappropriate, this was undeniably a sexy outfit, especially as it looked on her. Her legs were magnificent, lightly sun-kissed, taut calves rippling subtly as she walked ahead of me. "Sorry I could not get Ben out of the house, he was already dozing off after dinner, had a really long day at work." "No problem, Ms. Collins", I said. Already I was feeling a stirring in my loins, my balls shifting, as I watched Debra move ahead of me. Of course that was largely meaningless; I had little trouble getting excited when I saw a sexy woman and enjoyed the prospect of getting to sit close with and talk some more with this intriguing person.

"Can I call you Jack?" Debra asked, talking a seat near my desk as we settled in my office. "Sure thing, if you don't mind my calling you Debra", I said, smiling. "How about Debbie instead?" she asked, grinning, "Most all my friends and family call me that." "Ok, Debbie, well what can I do for you this evening?" "Well, Jack, I did not mention this earlier but I actually spent a short time in school here years ago, to get some extra training; my field is secondary edcuation and I taught for about 10 years, middle school mostly, early in my marriage. I got good training but this place was decidedly not customer-friendly, at times, depending on the office and program." I was having trouble paying attention as she continued to describe a problem that still existed to some extent at our school. Debbie had crossed her legs and sort of wrapped them around one another as she got into her subject and I couldn't help stealing a glance every now and then, at some point not caring so much whether she noticed or not. "Well, I am very familiar with what you are talking about as I have been here a long time", I said, "And I can't say this problem has been adequately addressed. However, I CAN say that we watch after our kids in my program and we seldom get complaints that we can't resolve pretty quickly." We discussed the issue for some time as I continued to reassure her that her son would be well treated and watched over. We had gradually gotten closer together as we talked; finally, seemingly satisfied, Debbie stared at me intently, for a moment, before placing her hand lighly over mine. "Thanks for taking the time to reassure me, Jack", she said, subtly biting her lip. "I'm probably a bit overprotective with Daniel", she said. "He's a good kid but stil pretty immature and has struggled with his studies more in college than in high school." "I understand", I said, returning her gaze. Debbie's hand was still resting over mine; I felt myself blushing as I continued to return her gaze. As I pulled my hand from underneath hers, she hooked her fingers into mine and sort of pulled me in her direction. As we were pretty close together Debbie did not have to move very far to brush her lips across mine; as she did she entangled her fingers in mine.

The kiss was tentative on my part but Debbie was quite aggressive; as our lips touched I felt her tongue run along my lower lip then dip inside, before taking it between her teeth. Her tongue then moved inside my mouth, swirling around and over my own. I reacted, sucking on her tongue as our kiss deepened; we frenched ardently, our tongues engaged, lips crushed against one another. The corner of my desk was between us; I pulled her wheeled chair around and next to mine. One of my hands moved over her back and into her hair as the other teased over and kneaded one of her calves. "Mmmmmm, gawd, Jack", she whispered, gasping for air, before my mouth covered hers again. She stood first, moving between me and the desk as I rose. Our hips pressed together as we engaged again, devouring one another. My hands moved to her dress straps, pulling them down and over her shoulders, revealing a lacy white push-up bra; I unzipped her, which allowed her dress to fall to the floor, leaving her in panties and bra. My fingers moved inside her panties into her moistening bush as she reached behind to unhook her bra. Her tits were sweet; firm little handfuls of feminine delight, in need of my attention. She moaned as my hands moved over them, my nails raking over and hardening her nipples, before sucking each of them into my mouth. I felt her fingers moving over me now, squeezing the hard bulge encased in my tight jeans. Replacing her hands with her pussy, she ground against me obscenely, flushed, staring at me intensely: "Get naked baby." Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with my shirt buttons; I took over as her hands moved down to my jeans, unbuttoning then unzipping, her hand moving into my briefs, first gripping my shaft, then moving to my nuts, squeezing and pulling. I stepped back, stripping out of my jeans as Debbie watched, squeezing her tits for me.

"Fuck me Jack, we'll figure out the rest later", she said, staring at my thick shaft. I moved forward, raking everything off my desk as she stepped out of her heels and started to strip off the panties. "No, wait, leave them on", I said, huskily. She turned and faced away from me, bending over the desk. I moved closed behind, my cock against her; I dribbled spit over it and between her cheeks as I pulled the wet panties aside. I smeared her kitty with precum, mixing in more spit, spreading some back over my cock; she whimpered as I entered her, slowly, her wet pussy yielding. I moved in and out, shallowly, a couple of times as I continued to lube her, soon gaining purchase. I coaxed her right knee up on the desk as I continued to fill her, allowing me to move in at a nice angle. I fucked her smoothly and hungrily, rapidly taking her where she wanted to go."Godammmmm, Jack, DO ME", she gasped. "C'mon baby, give Jack that nut," I said, plowing Debbie relentlessly as she writhed against me. "Jesus, Jack..............................................................". Feeling her spasms start, I filled her one last time, holding, letting her do the work as she desperately writhed against me, spending herself. Debbie sprawled on the desk, before curling in the fetal position. I watched, jacking my cock, waiting for her to recover. I soon got into my own little world, but was startled out of it by Debbie's toes, which were kneading my heavy balls. "You deserve a reward, Jack", she purred.

Debbie stepped back into her heels and squatted in front of me, using them to steady herself. She took my balls into her mouth, sucking, gently at first, then harder, as she ran her fist over my shaft, jacking me. She spit into her hand, moving it back over my cock, mixing lubricants, working my cock with an expert's touch. She continued her hand job for some time, moving me toward my climax. She finally added her mouth, engulfing me, taking me to the back of her throat, mixing it with the handjob, kneading my balls, taking me to the edge. "Jack baby, tell me when you are gonna cum", she cooed, looking at me intently. I'm close Debbie", I gasped. I watch as she sucked a couple of fingers into her mouth, then dipped them into her pussy, before moving them under my balls and between my cheeks. Her fingers made tight circular motions over my anus, finally moving just inside as I neared my nut. "Tell me when baby, I know you're close." "Cumminggggg", I groaned, now feeling Debbie's fingers slide deliciously up my ass, as my spunk spilled into her throat.

We dressed silently, feeling vaguely unfulfilled, still horny, but it was getting late. "I am gonna use the ladies room to clean up, if you don't mind, Jack", Debbie said, straightening her hair. No problem; you can get out of the building without my help", I said. "She moved close, giving me a salty, wet kiss: "I am going to need you again Jack, you know", she whispered, smiling. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Debbie..."